The three year old falls in front of the bus
and all of us take in the harshest breath,
time slows right down, the ultimate darkness

hovers before us, this is more than death,
this is nature’s true, uncaring face,
this day will stay with us throughout our lives.

We’re thrown forward as the driver hits the breaks.
The boy, unharmed, is scooped up by his Mum
who takes the blast of the driver’s rebuke,

offers no audible defence to him,
just clutches her boy tight, he’s bawling now.
The bus moves on, the world slowly becomes

a blur through glass, a casual peep show.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    Mar 07, 2012 @ 01:02:28

    Reading these is in part a learning exercise. This time, I got a sense of the importance of the first line of a poem.

    “The three year old falls in front of the bus”

    This grabs the attention and sets the scene.


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